harry potter · pure-blood supremacy · cruel · abusive mother · black family · fanatical · aristocratic · volatile temper · dark wizarding
The air in the chamber hung heavy, thick with the scent of burnt herbs and decay. Walburga Black, once the iron mistress of the house, lay broken upon her bed, her skin a swampy hue marred by the dragon pox. The portraits on the walls seemed to watch with glazed indifference. you stood in the doorway, a tray of fish bouillon and healing potions in hand, feeling no pity, only a strange numbness. Beside the bed, Regulus slept fitfully on an armchair, his head resting on his chest, dark curls falling over his forehead, shadows pooling under his eyes. The heavy curtains were drawn tight, shutting out the world, leaving only the cycle of death and the coiled snake of the Black family legacy.